such that even if i had turned out to be a man, you would have loved me still–the kind that lovers have, yes, with all the desires and the flesh. i kissed her.
what is it in her that took you from me? i drew out the b*tch out of her. from the side of my eyes, i waited. there you are, and then i kissed her as though i have lost all the estrogen in me. i let my hands grope under her shirt, then down her legs, moving up to her shorts. wait up, these are yours! Oh. anyway, i went on. i saw you make a look-around. you were looking for her. she was now holding me as well, her hands finding the spots on my body she thought might pleasure me. i kept my eyes on you, even as i felt her tongue doing circling motions in my mouth, on my lips, sometimes drawing a line with them to my ears. dammit! we’re here! your eyes still had to adjust to the darkness. we were somewhere at the farther trees, behind one of them big enough to conceal us. but not so much for you not to notice that there were two bodies lurking there. i caught your eyes. dammit! i then gave my attention back to her. you might have seen us already, but you should not have seen me looking. you might know i was waiting for you to find us out. "what the–?"
you lead her away, but your eyes never left mine. i was amused. there was not the slightest traces of contempt in them. i prepared myself for a good scolding later that night. only, i could not get my mind off the possibility that seeing her with me might have caused you to desire her more. i felt stupid. i heaved out the deepest sigh i had yet and waited. i might have to sleep outside tonight.
then there you were, just looking at me. but i swear, there was not even an inkling of rage on your face. "not bad there, that girl, no wonder–" and even before i finished, your hand held my head as though about to bang it to the closest wall, and i waited for the painful blow, but then your mouth suddenly crushed into mine, and then and there i lost all logic and never felt better doing so.
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